at the San Francisco Botanical Garden:
lots of them.
Amaryllis belladonna. You know what that means. The end of summer approacheth.
This time of year fills me with ambivalence. Late summer has unique qualities that I enjoy, yet I feel the creeping dread of winter.
Winter is the rainy season in coastal California. In the California garden, winter rains are a distant memory. This time of year golds and grays and pale greens prevail. I think it's sublimely beautiful, but some people just see a fire hazard. Or, maybe worse, they see dead things.
People who know perfectly well that plants in winter dormancy are not dead fail to understand the same phenomenon when it occurs during the summer. The mind is stuck.
The late-blooming spring annual Clarkia is still in flower.
The milkweed Asclepias speciosa won't even come up until the ground has been dry for a month.
And what could be lovelier?